Know thyself. Looking from a distance, there is no question who is present. Who is commanding. But facing inward, I am wrestling this abyss between complete presence and automation. Is it chance that leads to fate or do I have control? My body balancing synergy and the screaming chaos of tension. All effort, all will, all focus … in that moment he is distant. Ego abstracted, his presence unshackled. I have become the movement. Awareness returns as he relaxes position, consciousness overwhelms him to the task. These meditations are fleeting. Revelations chased in the pressure of limits strained In climbing I find my temple. In movement, I ascend.